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Fumiko had been exhausted after running around the comic book convention. She had been quite proud of how her cosplay looked, but the material didn’t really breathe and the shoes were very uncomfortable. She saw an empty chair and decided sitting down was long overdue.

Once she did so, she felt a small jolt. Her clothes suddenly felt a lot more comfortable, but her body felt heavier and more worn.

Her brain hadn’t quite accepted that her body was not her own when a concerned young woman spoke, “Oh no! Did one of you touch something?”

“It wasn’t me! She must have hit it when she sat down!” Fumiko heard a familiar voice say as she looked over. To her shock, she saw a woman that looked identical to her own. But the outfit was also unmistakable as the cosplay she had made. But if her body was over there, then she was...

Fumiko wanted to vomit when she realized she was in the body of a man probably twice her own age. Dave, meanwhile, was excited to be in Fumiko’s body, putting his hands all over while trying not to touch anything inappropriate in front of her; he was also having a hard time hiding his smile.

The young woman who had spoken earlier looked concerned, “You should both be glad you aren’t dead. Usually the body swapper needs to be operated by Dr. Grant. He won’t be back until tomorrow. I didn’t expect the stupid thing to just go off.”

“I’m stuck like this until tomorrow!” Fumiko cried.

“We’ll be fine! We’ll just come back first thing!” Dave assured with a devilish grin, knowing he was the one that triggered the chairs after seeing them demonstrated earlier -- and he had no plans of coming back tomorrow.